Some moments in life freeze frame in your memory like an image on your wall. They can be recalled in an instant and often replay across your lids as you start to drift to sleep. I find my freeze frames are some of my happiest and some of my bleakest times. Whichever they are –…

To be honest, Hip Dysplasia is a fading memory for us. I often feel guilt when I see friends in my timeline whose children went through the same journey we did with late diagnosis (or missed diagnosis) of hips, and they are campaigning for better screening and for more awareness of a little known condition.…

At the time of writing, my quads are on fire. The very act of sitting down causes me to yelp like a wounded hound, and sitting on the toilet involves curse words my mother would disapprove of. Every part of me aches. It feels amazing. I have trained, at my new CrossFit box, for three…

Lord help me, It is 7.36 on a Saturday night and I am hiding in my kitchen, laptop on the table and Netflix steadily refusing to load on the iPad. From the lounge I can hear noises that sound similar to wild animals being slaughter by a half crazed laughing maniac. I am terrified…. Of…

I struggle with the move from Summer into Autumn, although the feel of the leaves crunching under foot is delightful and all, in my world it doesn’t really compare to feeling the warm heat of the sun of your back. Which is why La Manga was such a welcome break, just two short weeks ago.…